Late last night as I was alternating my attention between the sound of my downstairs neighbor boinking and the news anchor waxing bullshit on how the Democrats couldn't agree on a strategy to combat Bush's proposed troop increase in Iraq, some sex trauma must have occurred below because there was a sudden shout of "Get out! Get out!" in volumes much louder than the previous moaning, possibly directed at either a penis or a mistaken housemate. Almost simultaneously the newscaster said something along the lines of "The Democrats are still divided over whether to pull the troops out quickly, gradually, or at all." It was so obvious.